[Hank wants that. The room feels empty, still, emptier now than it did when Connor'd just come in, just Hank and Sumo and the furniture. Hank doesn't want to be alone with his own head, and he doesn't Connor to leave.
He closes his eyes while something dark and nasty eats away at him, makes it through into his voice, a little.]
I don't think I could take an android telling me all about the latest game and the weather. How about we talk about that stupid shit I posted earlier today, huh, the check in thing. You can tell me all the places I went wrong with that.
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[Hank wants that. The room feels empty, still, emptier now than it did when Connor'd just come in, just Hank and Sumo and the furniture. Hank doesn't want to be alone with his own head, and he doesn't Connor to leave.
He closes his eyes while something dark and nasty eats away at him, makes it through into his voice, a little.]
I don't think I could take an android telling me all about the latest game and the weather. How about we talk about that stupid shit I posted earlier today, huh, the check in thing. You can tell me all the places I went wrong with that.